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Every now and then I get the urge to just go out and throw rocks. I used to love throwing rocks when I was a kid, it was all the entertainment I could afford usually. I always loved the feel of a good smooth rock rolling around in my palm, rolling it between my fingers, enjoying the cold hard feel that made me feel invincible, and joyfully destructive. I was an excellent rock thrower, I would hurl them at everything and anything, old cans and bottles, trees and windows, old cars and trucks and sometimes even people when I was angry. I don’t recall ever meeting anyone that could throw better than me, I could hurl them very hard and with very high accuracy, hitting my target much more often than not. Maybe I should have been a pitcher, but baseball bored me to tears growing up. I just liked throwing things and I wasn’t allowed to just throw the ball, I had to throw to a specific spot, and I hated being told what to do.
I did try out for pitching and learned to throw a ball very well. I could throw those hard and fast too. I was a terror in the schoolyards with a baseball, especially those great big indoor softballs. I loved hurling those at people, I could wack someone in the back of the head or in the stomach easily from a long ways off. Yeah, I was a bully, but not just any bully. I was the guy that kicked the asses of the real bullys, the assholes in school that always seemed to make everyone else’s life miserable, that picked on girls and fat kids for no reason and were always going around picking fights with everyone to prove… what? I don’t know, they were just assholes, plain and simple and I loved making their lives miserable in any way that I could. I knew these guys were afraid of me and I cultivated that image readily by going out of my way to step in to a fight even though I wasn’t directly involved.
I also hated when these idiots would do stupid things to disrupt class, like decide to try to show the teacher who was boss and refuse to listen to instructions and follow along with the class and just generally being disruptive to a point where nothing was getting done. In other words wasting everyone else’s time while the teacher had to stop the class to deal with the moron(s). I recall one incident in particular where this idiot was doing those exact things and I got so pissed I jumped up from my desk and went over to the assholes desk and lifted it up from the front and tipped him over backwards, sending him sprawling across the floor with his books and stuff, when he scranbled to get up I walked over and kicked him in the ass, knocking him down again and told him he better stay down because I was going to fuck him up. Everyone in class started cheering me and shouting at the asshole that he was a coward and was too chicken shit to get up. He stayed down until I walked away. He never disrupted that class again. We got sent to the office, he got a 3 day suspension, I got a warning. I was the new class hero, I had done what everyone else wished they could do, but didn’t.
Sometimes, I wish I could throw rocks like I used to do. It made me feel good and alive. But I no longer have a penchant for being destructive so I don’t think it would be as much fun as it was in those days. Although, sometimes it feels pretty good to build something first and then destroy it.
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Ryan, Steven and I went to throw rocks recently and it was a really good and fun release!! *hugs* & *poink*
I use to throw rocks, until I accidentally knocked a squirrel out of a tree. Damn I felt bad. Now, I love to throw eggs at an old tree in the backyard. Just something about the way they smash into it. Great stress reliever.
*Slipping on my teacher hat*…I would never encourage tipping and kicking another student,
but I will tell you that you were probably the hero of the day in the Teacher’s Lounge.
*poink*
Sometimes it’s fun to find something to release frustrations. Rock throwing is as good as any release, I suppose.
i’ve always wanted to take a big sledgehammer to an old old car. Not one with any chance for rehabilitation, because I love old Detroit sheet metal. I’d want to smash the living pee out of some old, dessicated, rusted hulk of a wreck, to bash sweet hell out of something I couldn’t truly hurt, just to watch it bend and shatter and break.
Throwing rocks at an old abandoned building (where half the windows are broken out anyway) still feels pretty good. I love the sound of glass breaking…
Kudos for being aq “good-guy bully”!
You?!?! That anti-bully’s bully. Hmmmmmm, never would have guessed it. You look so, so sweet!
I was a catcher, lots of practice. Hurts like a bitch to catch ‘em bare handed, but better than it hitting you in the head.
I like rocks - collecting them..I always have. However I’m the world’s worst thrower and couldn’t hit a target in a million years. What would you build first, then destroy?
ahhahahahaaaaa! sometimes rocktossin can be productive too sweetie.. i’ve trained many critters and even occasionally my smart alecky (and FAST, i couldnt catch him on foot) kid with a well aimed dirtclod.
also fun is ANY sort of target practice. you know those bug-laden free software disks that fall out of every magazine and come in yer mailbox constantly? hung in trees on a windy day they make GREAT targets! purdy too… personally i like shootin em but rocks work well too. I put an arrow right thru the hole on one (lucky shot of course) with a compound bow at 50 yards once; it hung there!
Have you ever tried “skipping rocks” on the surface of some body of water? You have to choose a smooth, flat surface rock and the skip it over the water. We used to do that as kids and the person who could get the rock to skip the most times was the winner. it was great fun and it didn’t harm anything.
There’s always the Demolition Derby! I’m jus’ sayin’!
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I can so see that!
Rock throwing… I can think of someone I’d like to hit right between the eyes right now…..
I posted another thought on this subject.
Aww you’re a good bully. You protected the meek and timid from the assbags of the playground. Rock on.
Destruction is half the fun of construction!!!
Smooshes:):):)
Hi Sev!
Real estate school is going quickly.
They are cramming a lot into this pea brain! LOL
I hope you are doing good.
As soon as class is over I will be able to visit more regularly again.
*white boy shorts*
That answers a very old question: Was it only the Moms that were mean?
Damn. There should’ve been one of you around when I was in school. My senior year, some jackass pulled out his dick to show me in the middle of class, as if I was supposed to be all impressed. I ignored it, but the next thing I know, the whole class was being sent in to be “interviewed” by the principal. The kid was arrested and my statement was taken. And still? All I remember was thinking, “WHY would I be impressed with THAT????”
I know the feeling. But have you heard about this poor girl?
http://www.cnn.com/2005/LAW/08/03/girl.charged.ap/index.html
YIKES.
I too enjoy the feeling of a good smooth rock hard something-or-another rolling around in my palm, rolling it between my fingers, enjoying the hard feel that makes me feel invincible, and joyfully destructive. (Lois snaps out of it) Um… I meant to say hey Sev! How you doin’?
Lois Lane
Hell yeah… I can relate. There’s something joyful about building something just to destroy it. I’d make popsicle/toothpick houses… would spend HOURS gettin’ ‘em just right. Then, when the glue was dry and everything was solid, I’d take it out to the driveway and torch it. Ah, those were the days…
I preferred dad’s bbgun and beercans…
…because the few times I threw rocks i hit my target and she (my sister) had to have stitches…
*sigh*
you are my hero, se7en…
I had big problems with bullies in middle school….damn, I wish you had been in my class!
Sometimes being destructive is constructive!
Aight, are you teaching a class, Rock Throwing at Assholes 101?
As long as you don’t throw em at animals, have at it, in fact it sounds like fun, except I couldn’t hit the side of a frickin barn. You could be a new superhero, Rock Man. Oh shit, I need a drink 
Come hang out with my kids, you can go to the river and throw rocks all day long. They love the rock throwing lots of great fun!
I know what you mean. I tried skipping rocks in the ocean last weekend… and failed. I blame it on the waves, not my awful throwing arm. In frustration, I just chucked rocks at the Pacific without any regard to style. Very satisfying. I hope I killed a few jellyfish, too.
I’ve always had it bad for those rock hard emmm sorry what was it now oh you were talking about throwing rocks and I wanted to make you rock hard just remember it will not be long and damn it will be hard and soft and hard and I just hope you live up to all my expectations. I mean you have been talking and I finally decided it was time for me to act like I was from Missouri, the show me state and let you….so be ready big boy..I know there is going to be a lot of cumming so until ….hot kisses lover. Damn these mysteries